Monday, 16 June 2008

Nocturnal Delight.

Rustling of leaves on the tree breaks the deafening silence of the night. The twinkling stars pierce the darkness. The gentle breeze wafts through the space and blows away the bunch of clouds, thereby shrouding the Moon. Squirming of its shyness moon glows brighter and bathes the land beneath into its milky white color.

The fallen leaves on the ground rustle aimlessly with the blowing wind. The boulevard seems to walk on its own path, shrouded with a mixture of neon and moonlight, and there at a nearby distance an arch forms itself on it , marking the boundary of its own reach. The boundary keeps shifting as the moon slides away but the boulevard lies still , with the gentle steps on its path.

Tall trees seem to have a joy of their own, swaying with ecstasy in each direction. Their gentle dance seems to create a concert of its own , watched by the moon, stars and the boulevard. Coconut leaves are drenched in moonlight ; delicate white pearls are dripping off its edge.
But then suddenly a honking cacophony of horns destroy the spectacle and the gleam of the night is lost in a jiffy. Everyone wistfully observes the destruction and prays silently to restore it again soon.

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